Morning, descending into the pit, the headlamps on the hardhats lighting the way, the flagger, sentinal, takes a cigarette, his toll for signing you safely to the bottom, a pump-tastrophe, flood, over the weekend all the pumps have failed, the pump-gineer's idea to run a four-way off another four-way has blown the breakers, water everywhere, 4, 6, 10 foot pits deep filled with rebar and water, vast flats of mud, a days work for the excavators lost, for us just begun...
a miscellany of completely unrelated thoughts...